J’ai eu la chance d’être berger

“Being thirty-two years old in 1993, carrying on the ancestral gestures of an activity which is gradually disappearing ; guiding, protecting and looking after a flock of 1800 sheep ; being cut off from the rest of mankind for four months, dominating the world from the top of the 2800-metre Mont Valier, longing to be with one’s own kind…” Such was Guy Sabarthes’ life during his last summer season.